Two weeks ago I found my voice after a long time without it. I was having breakfast with a group of men and someone started a verbal attack on the LGBTQ community. Everyone either chimed in, or agreed with nods and smiles. I picked up my check, said, "I'm in the wrong company", and left. Now I have my voice. Somebody from that group wants to go to coffee, next Monday. I'll still have it. He will hear it. As for "finding my voice" photographically, I've been at it since 1969 and yes, I think I've found it. Today I was mountain biking in a forest in northern Wisconsin. I stopped by a pond rippling with waterbugs. I put my camera in video mode and recorded the rippling. The reflections of foliage near the water were really nice. It felt like I was speaking with a photographic voice